I lift it up when I need to think
Light it up to inhale the smoke
It's bright orange flame like embers they burn
As I slowly it slowly in the ash tray turns
I sip coffee to relive it's flavor
Then with pleasure I savoir it
As I suck into it's tasty bits
The yellow filter it stains my finger
As I blow smoke rings in the sky
And let my mind fly'
It's tobacco makes my head spin
It's many flavors tingle on my tongue
Singing songs in my head that were never sung
It's various smells in me ignite many a thoughts
As with it's tar my inneres begin to rot
Smoking is injurious to health you know it is a sin
With this thought I stub it out and throw it in the bin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem